An hour later, in the Qingxuan Mountains, dozens of monster beasts were furiously attacking something. There were two people vaguely surrounded in the center. I saw a fat one among them hurriedly fighting off one monster after another at the same time.
Shouted:
"Sir! It's just my first day with you, do you want it to be so exciting!?"
When Ling Feng heard this, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he kicked away the monster in front of him. Then two more monsters rushed towards him. Ling Feng sealed his throat with his sword, and blood sprayed from the necks of the two monsters, but even so, they still opened wide and sprayed blood.
He bit Ling Feng with a big mouth, and Ling Feng turned over without even looking.
The fat shopkeeper received Ling Feng's original position and struck out with two palms. The two demon lions were killed with one palm. The corpses immediately burned in the air and then fell to the ground and shattered into black charcoal.
"This is just an appetizer."
Ling Feng held the sword with both hands, and his feet were like stepping on a dragon. His movements were so smooth that the fat shopkeeper looked at him with envy. Even with this movement, the monsters couldn't even touch Ling Feng, so he could only eat dirt from behind.
But he was miserable. He had spent his whole life on a pair of iron palms, and he couldn't run. He just worked a little harder, and his nerves were tense all the time. Suddenly he smelled a fishy smell in his nose, and his face changed drastically.
He shot out his palm, but it was too late. A small mink slipped up to his neck and bit his neck with a ferocious bite.
Death was inevitable, but pain was unavoidable, but suddenly a sword light flashed in front of his eyes.
"Don't be distracted."
Ling Feng stabbed the fat shopkeeper in front of his eyes with his sword. As soon as the marten opened its mouth, Ling Feng stabbed him to the core. Blood spattered on the fat shopkeeper. Ling Feng threw away the still-warm sword with an expressionless expression.
Corpse, continue to fight against the monster beasts.
The fat shopkeeper wiped the blood on his face, his arms were entangled in two whirlpools of flames that illuminated his cold fat face in the darkness. There was a scar on his forehead. His arms roared and hit the monster with a force of hundreds of kilograms.
Like a god of war.
And Ling Feng is more like an extremely calm assassin, moving silently through the blood. Wherever he walks, there will definitely be blood splattered three feet away. But the fat shopkeeper knows that if Ling Feng attacks with all his strength, the monsters present will be killed.
How long the beast can survive is a question.
"I killed thirty-four."
Ling Feng said, hot flames flashed in the fat shopkeeper's eyes, and when he punched the demon beast on the head, the whirlpool on his arm immediately wrapped around it like a fire snake and stuck firmly, burning the demon beast until it turned into charcoal.
"I have twenty-five heads."
As he spoke, he pressed his fat body against the belly of a demon tiger and struck out with two palms, causing the fire snake to fly up.
Under the moonlight, the Qingxuan Mountains never calmed down. Fires flashed and swords were as bright as blood. Amid the roars and wails of monster beasts, the two men slaughtered wantonly in the center of the Qingxuan Mountains. This was a test of blood and life.
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"This is Adventure City? I heard that Elder Su is the city lord here?"
A young Qingmu Sect disciple said, looking at the city wall in front of him, Jia Ying nodded and shouted to Bai Xinwu and the others: "Leave or not, this is my Qingmu Sect's place."
Bai Xinwu and Yue Ji looked at each other, and then nodded. The powerful profound energy fluctuations on the three people's bodies flashed away, and their figures quickly disappeared in front of them. Without the elders leading the team, it was naturally led by the major disciples of each sect.
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Mu Pu walked into the city. It was already three o'clock in the morning. The sudden appearance of such a large group of powerful and inexplicable people made the city defenders a little frightened, but they still had the courage to step forward and said: "Each person has one tael of silver."
"One tael? I'll give you a knife!"
Mu Wan smiled ferociously, and the sword in his hand flashed across the throats of the two guards under the astonished gazes of them, feeling cold. Then he wailed, covered his neck and collapsed to the ground weakly. Under the night, the soil was stained with blood.
"What a sword!"
A bright light flashed in Mu Ba's eyes, he looked at the sword, his fingers lightly touched the blade without any blood on it: "I'll tell you to seal your throat," he said.
Cangyu gave him a disgusted look, walked around the body and led the people from the Jade Dragon Palace towards the city. Mu Ren looked at Cangyu's enchanting back with fire in his eyes, but Bai Xinwu's stern face turned the fire away again.
"Tsk!" He smacked his lips dissatisfied, and then followed in with the people from the Qingmu Sect.
Yue Wu of the Qishan Sect has long since disappeared, leaving only a group of confused disciples. They are tired after traveling for more than ten days, so it is better to find an inn to rest for a while.
Although it was already early in the morning, there were still people in twos and threes on the street who saw this scene and moved away for fear that they would also be attacked. The uninvited guests opened the closed doors of the inns like bandits entering the city, waking up countless people who were sleeping.
The people shouted curses from their mouths, but what was waiting for them was the sharp blade of massacre.
These sect disciples seemed to have no one in their eyes. Anyone who dared to disobey them would be killed. Suddenly, the adventure city was in chaos, and countless adventurers rose up to resist and fight with the sect disciples.
But how could these ordinary warriors stop the three sects under the guidance of experts? The battle was a one-sided massacre.
It slowly stopped in the early morning. Some people knew that these guys were disciples of the three sects. Although they had complaints in their hearts, they did not dare to say a word.
In the morning, Mu Pu was dressed in fine clothes and walking with high spirits on the street, holding his sword. Behind him was a group of followers, and everyone who saw him moved away.
"Where is that?"
Mu Ren caught a pedestrian and pointed to a tall building in the distance and asked. The man replied tremblingly: "Well, that's Linglong Pharmacy, the place where elixirs are sold."
"Oh? There are still people who know how to make elixirs in a place like this. Let's go and have a look."
Mu Pu pushed away the passers-by and led a group of people toward Linglong Pharmacy. Seeing so many people coming in an aggressive manner, the maid of Linglong Pharmacy was obviously not taking care of business, so she hurried upstairs.
The people from Wanyu Auction were still staying here. Seeing so many people breaking in, the guard came forward and wanted to ask. Mu Ba stabbed his throat with a sword and said: "Get out of the way, don't block the way."
How could anyone at the Wanyu Auction House endure it? All the guards rushed forward, raised their spears and swords, and slashed at the Qingmu Sect disciples. However, the Qingmu Sect disciples were much stronger than them, and most of them had reached the seventh level of pulse refining.
"Oh, idiots, kill them all."
Mu Wu sneered and made a series of sword moves in his hand. It must be said that he did have some talent. The guards at the sixth level of Pulse Refining could not block his sword at all. A large group of people watching the show gathered at the entrance of Linglong Pharmacy, marveling that someone dared to do so.
Linglong Pharmacy is causing trouble. Who still doesn’t know that the people sitting on top of Linglong Pharmacy are the royal family.
"Who dares to mess around here!"
Song Yu and Lin'er walked downstairs and looked at the messy hall. Mu Ren waved his hand and the Qingmu Sect disciples all retreated. There were corpses lying on the ground. Song Yu's eyes turned dark and he almost stood up.
Can't live.
"I am Mu Ren, the great disciple of the Qingmu Sect. I heard that you have elixir sellers and came here to take care of your business, but I never thought that you would stop me and apologize, right?"
Mu Ba looked arrogant
With an arrogant look, he looked at Song Yu with his nostrils. Song Yu was so angry that he slapped Mu Ren. Mu Ren disdainfully struck out with his sword, but Song Yu was also a strong man at the seventh level of Naxuan after all, and he slapped him with one palm.
Mu Pu was beaten until he didn't know where he was.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, Muller was kicked out of Linglong Medicine House, and the crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed. Before it was over, Song Yu knocked all the Qingmu Sect disciples out of the door with one palm after another, and smashed them into the ruins, setting off billowing smoke and dust.
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"Ahem! You, you are so brave, I am the great disciple of the Qingmu Sect!"
Mu Fu said with difficulty while lying in the rubble, his chest was sunken. If Song Yu hadn't restrained himself and didn't want to cause too much trouble in Linglong Pharmacy, this palm would have killed him!
"Grand disciple of the Qingmu Sect? Then do you know who I am? I am Song Yu, the ninth auctioneer of Wanyu Auction!"
Mu Ren was stunned when he heard this. Not only that, Song Yu waved his sleeves and blasted him out of the ruins. Before Mu Ren could take care of the pain on his body, Song Yu pointed at Linglong Pharmacy behind him and his next words were like thunder.
Like hitting him on the head.
"Do you still know that this is the territory of the royal family? If you demolish the royal family's property, you will slap the royal family in the face!"
Song Yu put a big hat on Mu Xu's head with a livid face. All the Qingmu Sect disciples were dumbfounded for a moment. Mu Xu was disheartened. He didn't think Song Yu was lying to him, because thinking about this medicine shop, he could
No one except the royal family would do this to establish a medicine shop in such a remote place to sell elixirs.
"It should be your adults who brought you here, right?"
Song Yu asked, looking at the ashen-looking Mu Ren who was paralyzed on the ground. Mu Ren nodded instinctively, and Song Yu sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Then let your lord prepare an apology!"
Song Yu turned around, cupped his fists, and said to Lin'er, who had been silent all this time: "Miss Lin, I'm sorry. Song borrowed the venue but failed to guard it properly, allowing the rats to steal the space."
"It's okay, Mr. Song doesn't have to be like this."
There was a smile on Lin'er's pretty face, but she immediately became cold again, looking gloomily at the person walking this way.
Song Yu was confused. He followed his gaze and saw a red-haired boy and a fat man walking towards this side curiously. At the same time, the people around him consciously moved aside and were still discussing;
"Look, isn't that the innkeeper? Where is he following Mr. Ling?"
"How could I have known that these guys from the Qingmu Sect are dead, so they can be so arrogant!"
"Yes! I heard that Mr. Ling has a very good relationship with the owner of Linglong Pharmacy."
Everyone was saying something to each other, and everyone on the ground in the Qingmu Sect was stunned for a moment. Who is Mr. Ling? Why does he seem to be so powerful? They looked up and saw a red-haired boy who was more handsome and more enchanting.
Come this way.
Ling Feng glanced at Linglong Medicine Shop, which had a big hole, and then at the Qingmu Sect people lying on the ground. Under their horrified eyes, he said: "Whoever is in the lead, I will help you stab him."
"Ahem!"
Song Yu coughed a few times. This man was still so domineering. It would be much easier if Ling Feng came forward. He stretched out his hand to point at Mu Wu, and then Mu Wu saw Ling Feng nodded and walked towards him.
Come.
"You, what do you want to do?!"
Mu Wu asked tremblingly, while trying to grab the sword. They were all beaten half disabled by Song Yu. Only their hands could barely move, but before they could touch the sword, a fat man pressed his hand.
Hand smiled and said: "Young master said, I want to stab you!"